The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wall did not breathe. It stood. I left the gate. The lock clicked. A soft sound. Like a bone breaking. We walked away. The city loomed. Gray stone. Endless rows. No sky. Just the ceiling of the world. I am a keeper. I am the gate. My skin is stone. My blood is mortar. I do not feel. I only hold. The Commandant walked ahead. His boots crunched. Rhythm. Steady. Cold. "Close it," he said. I...

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